the obsidian proxy
It was a fortress, impenetrable to the untrained eye.
“The security is in the logic, Vance, not the drywall,” Julian retorted, stopping at a massive, reinforced steel door marked ‘P-CORE BUS ACCESS—ISOLATION ZONE.’ His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “This door is the main power lock. It’s keyed to me, Anya, and two other board members. No code in the world can open it.”